Red hair, twisted and tied into an intricate braid, held with a brass clasp dulled by age and wear.
A plain but well-boned face, a slightly crooked nose interrupting otherwise pleasant features and a thin white scar along her jaw marring otherwise clear, pale skin.
Her eyes are covered by a gray linen bandage, marking her sightlessness for all the world to see, though she seems to have little trouble navigating.
A slim, fit physique with a generous swell of bust and a high, firm backside to match the toned muscle of her arms and legs.
Her wardrobe, seeming to consist of just a single outfit, is well-fitted but neither outlandish nor unusual, and while it flatters her figure it leaves much to the imagination. She wears no cosmetics, and her only jewelry is a simple medallion engraved with ornate knotwork that seems to mean nothing. Though she has the body of a fighter, and not a few scars to match, she carries no obvious weapon; the only thing hanging from her belt is a metal tube, intricately engraved but serving no obvious function, though it looks like a wand of some sort.

This is all that can be seen, though those with more than the normal five senses might yet find more than meets the eye.